Fleacrag

I've come to believe, thru disparate disease that this sphere's a shake us off like a bad case of fleas, we're gone viral, living in opposite land and we each ride the spiral, obeying commands that come from the external, desire to come first place in a race that hastens to waste life eternal, chips off the new blocks, and we munch thru a shmorgas board of trees and rocks without replenishing stocks. Ain't enough voltage here to give us the shock, that we need to stop us fearing with our cocks, throw away the locks, release the keys to turn back the clock, bring time to it's knees and dump space at the docks. This fabric sewn in two with chains and wire, relentlessly sets the human brain on fire, the mindless enquire about who/what made the stitch and only those who don't question don't get bit by the itch. Be a bridge for duality, accept both sides and love the brutality of everyday life, chimes of reality, a cold warm wind blows dry and soaks up the darkness to light the totality.